The sky in the mountains is the most elusive. The sun is shining brightly just now, and a heavy rain comes as soon as possible.

Gu Ruxu sat under the window, holding the brown sugar water that was soaked in white, and looked at the rain outside in a daze. It was said that it was the easiest time to wander on rainy days. The sound of rain in the bamboo forest rustled and caused people to sleep. She had already slept until afternoon, but she still felt her eyelids were heavy. She yawned a few times before she recovered a little.

Looking back, I saw Chen Fanbai sitting in front of the desk practicing calligraphy. I don’t know if it was because of the rain that made people lazy or if he had practiced for a long time. Such a quiet wind seemed to have even turned his pen and turned it into a particularly slow way.

She looked at the paper with her neck long.

He seemed to be copying a copybook, stroke by stroke, and was quite patient.

She had nothing to do, so she walked to him and glanced at him.

It is said that the words are like the person, and even if they are white, they are like this.

Her gentle handwriting is beautiful and beautiful. She doesn't know much about calligraphy, but she still thinks that these words are very beautiful.

The stroke is the stroke, and the stroke is the stroke. Unlike her, she still looks a bit like a devil's pace when she picks up the brush.

When I was anxious, I broke it and dipped it ink as a pencil.

As light as he lifts his long sleeves, his wrists turn lightly, and his characters are like a dragon, both in shape and spirit.

This male protagonist has many skills.

She couldn't help but tsk.

"What?" Chen Xianbai stopped writing, "Hungry? The pastries are there."

He pointed to the small table under the window, and there were three dishes of pastries on his head, all of which he prepared according to her former taste.

She raised her eyes: "I'm not hungry."

Recently, she felt that Chen Fanbai was raising her as a giant baby. She was hungry and always had snacks on the table. After eating, she changed them to a few more. When she was thirsty, she turned around and found hot brown sugar water. It became cold. As soon as she shivered, her robes were wrapped around her...

To be honest, this life is more comfortable than the Hall of Yama.

She lay on the desk, watching him practice calligraphy without turning his eyes, sometimes tilting his head so that his neck would not be frozen.

Chen Xianbai glanced at her and said, "This copybook is not easy to come by, it is a lonely book in the world. Do you want to practice it?"

Gu Ruxu lifted his eyelids: "It's very valuable?"

He thought for a while: "It's worthless to have a market. I asked for it from a calligraphy master in Chujing."

Upon hearing this, Gu Ruxu leaned over half-believingly and flipped through it, and saw that the signature was printed with cinnabar seal, saying "Mr. Wanchi".

Not to mention anything else, she thought this chapter was pretty good-looking.

"Mr. Wanchi?..." She stared at the name thoughtfully, "Is it very famous?"

Chen Fanbai nodded: "The calligraphy of Mr. Wanchi is hard to find, and his copybooks are even rarer. It is said that he has written three copybooks in his life, one in the imperial city of Chujing, one was donated to the Duke of Ning many years ago, and the other one is here."

Why is it Ningguo Mansion again...

Gu Ruxu muttered secretly.

"This 'Wanchi layman' is so famous, he must be a very prestigious person. Have you ever seen him?" She didn't know much about the names of these literati and poets, but the word "Wanchi" felt very pleasant.

There seems to be a coincidence in the world, called "Seeing the same thing at first sight."

Probably that's how it feels.

Chen Fanbai shook his head: "Mr. Wanchi never waves in front of others. Even if he meets him on the road, he cannot recognize his true deity. Only his words are circulated in the market. He knows very little about his name and what he is born."

After listening with her cheek, she nodded thoughtfully: "It's quite mysterious..."

Perhaps the so-called paradise should be like this.

"But Mr. Wanchi seems to be from the Chujing people. This book of "Donglin Inscriptions" was obtained from Hengshui Bridge east of Chujing city."

"On the bridge?" She was stunned.

"Yeah." When it comes to this matter, he also felt a little incredible. No one has ever asked for this copybook before, but he has never asked for it. After only three or five letters to Mr. Wanchi, the layman agreed to give the "Donglin Stele Book". He went to Hengshui Bridge to wait at the time mentioned in the letter. He thought he could see Mr. Wanchi, but he never thought that he would come to a child. "After Mr. Wanchi asked a child to hand over the copybook to me, there was no news again."

Upon hearing this, Gu Ruxu also felt that this "Wanchi layman" was really hidden deep. She even wore a mask to show off her master. He simply let Chen Xianbai not even look at the corner of his clothes.

It is really not easy to come and go in the bustling place like Chujing.

Thinking of this, she was even more curious about this person.

"What kind of house is there near Hengshui Bridge?" If she could ask a child to send such a precious copybook, she would have to hide on the wall and glance at it for a few times.

Chen Xianbai frowned and thought for a long time, and said, "Hengshui Bridge is the only way to the imperial tomb. Few people go there and there are almost no houses. Instead, there is a Rulin Pavilion that was compiled for the Royal Academy. It is said that the quietness is comparable to a temple."

"Will Mr. Wanchi is from Rulin Pavilion?" she guessed.

"...I never thought about this." He was stunned. "It is said that most of the civil officials in the Rulin Pavilion were dismissed here and died. The lay Buddhist Wanchi has always been carefree, so how could he be in such a prison?"

He felt that Mr. Wanchi was probably a respected old man, and only the lines could reveal such an amazing spirit.

"According to you, the Rulin Pavilion is still a cage, and the imperial ministers are under house arrest?" She has indeed heard of such a place. Since ancient times, accompanying the king is like a tiger. Civil officials are people who rely on their mouths and brains to make a living. When dealing with emperors every day, their hearts need to be exquisite. Before saying a sentence, they have to go through the mind three times. If there is a slight mistake, they will be caught.

Although Chen Xianbai said that the Rulin Pavilion is mostly used to block the civil officials who have lost their mistakes for eternal regret.

The emperor also has difficulties. Killing the ministers in the church for no reason will inevitably lead to criticism. If too many people say it, he will appear to be stupid and cruel. The most important thing is to guard against the words of a literati.

Since you can't kill it, let's change your way.

For example, house arrest, demotion, etc.... it is really easy to plot.

"If you enter the Rulin Pavilion, if you want to come out again, you will be as powerful as you can ascend to the sky." Chen Xianbai sighed, "But we are in the world, we don't need to pay attention to these shameful things."

Gu Ruxu nodded: "As you said it well, the rivers and lakes and courts do not interfere with the rivers and rivers, and they have been peaceful for many years, but isn't this talking about the lay Buddhist Wanchi? You have never seen him, how do you know if he is a rivers and lakes or a minister in the court?"

"This..." Chen Fanbai was speechless for a moment.

He has always admired the words of Mr. Wanchi. This is a word written by those who are ambitious. It is definitely not something that a person who is obsessed with the officialdom and has been intriguing and deceiving. Therefore, he always felt that Mr. Wanchi must be a hidden person in the world.

But today she suddenly asked this question, and he was a little hesitant.

Indeed, no one has ever seen the original deity of Wanchi. Who can be sure whether he is a man or a woman, a handsome young man or a hunchbacked man, a noble man or a peddler? The identity of him circulating in the market is nothing more than the speculations of people who admire the handwriting of Wanchi. The real Wanchi layman has never been exposed at all.

Just like she said, it is possible to be a person from the martial arts world or a minister in the court.

"I just said casually, don't be stubborn." Gu Ruxu hurriedly said when he was silent for a long time, "Do you like the word "Wanchi Jushi so much?"

Chen Fanbai nodded: "The word "Wanchi Jushi is open-minded and has a sense of transcendence and transcendence of the world. It is rare for people to reach it."

"Then I like his calligraphy, and there is no need to dig into the rest." She was just curious just now. As for where this mysterious "Wanchi layman" came from, it had little to do with her.

Although Chen Bai is so fond of this copybook, there is no need to divide the government and the country. It is enough to like his calligraphy.

Chen Fanbai suddenly handed her the pen in his hand: "Do you want to try it?"

Gu Ruxu was stunned for a moment: "... Actually, I don't write in large numbers."

Why do a master of the world want to write such beautiful words? He is good at martial arts and knows how to do things. He can accurately pick up the male protagonist from the crowd to train him - this is the responsibility of a master.

Writing or something is a big deal.

"It's okay, let's try it." Chen Xianbai smiled.

She swallowed, took the pen awkwardly, looked at the copybook, and couldn't help feeling a little weak.

Once the pen is in your hand, just write one line, just write one line.

She planned so, but she didn't expect that as soon as she finished writing, she couldn't stop her hand and dyed a black ink mark directly.

ah……

Watching the ink spread, she froze and turned to see that although Chen Bai was white, he was silent.

For the sake of the master's face, she gritted her teeth and continued to write.

In just a short row of characters, she wrote them upside down. She dipped them in a little bit of ink and dyed them all over the paper. The characters he had practiced before seemed to be a little uncomfortable.

She still recognizes the word.

But somehow, as soon as I picked up the pen, I wrote it in a mess.

In the past, I practiced flower stands for filming, and I could only hold the pen and smell it. If I couldn’t take a horizontal and vertical camera, I wouldn’t care about you even if I painted a turtle on paper.

Chen Xianbai's eyes were staring at this room, and her hands were shaking.

The brush is a good brush, and the paper is also a good paper. Unfortunately, she was ruined so much that she couldn't even bear to look at it.

Chen Fanbai had seen her chicken blood and duck blood before. The handwriting on her head was exactly the same as it was now, and she did not make any sense of the composition. If it were the past, she would have been slapped by his father now.

After finally finishing copying a sentence, Gu Ruxu breathed a sigh of relief and returned the pen to him calmly, and sighed with emotion: "I haven't written for a long time, and I'm a little unfamiliar."

"Somewhat... unfamiliar?" He glanced on the paper, and wanted to speak but stopped.

She smiled brightly: "Why, can't you understand?"

"That's not..." He naturally recognized what she wrote, but the word... is really hard to describe. "Senior, if you have nothing to do these days, why not practice calligraphy with me, so that you can cultivate your character."

"…ah?" She didn't expect him to say this suddenly, "Do you think my word is ugly?"

"When practicing calligraphy, you rely on persistent perseverance and perseverance in your work, it is not just for the sake of beauty or ugliness." He said.

It was quite like that… Gu Ruxu muttered.

She also knew that the words she wrote were not good-looking, not to mention that Chen Xianbai couldn't bear it, she was quite disgusted. After this era, she first took care of the matter of extending her life, and later she was a cowherd of the Red Shadow Teaching Cowherd... Oh, she had the devils of the Red Shadow Teaching, and she had no chance to practice her own characters well. So Chen Xianbai, the straightforward and stupid child, had the courage to ask her to practice calligraphy.

"Let's talk about it after practicing the character..." She looked at him, "But how have you learned your internal skills and mental skills?"
To be continued...